Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Summer Serenity

A whip-poor-will calls out in the distance,
The wind blows strong over the placid lake,
Daffodils gleefully dance on the shore.

Even in the midst of the world’s chaos,
With the waves of calamity everywhere,
There still time for the serenity of a summer day.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Whispers of the Wind

Purple and amber bursts through the fleeing clouds,
A cooling breeze cuts through the humid air,
The trees shake, and flowers bow.

As the clouds blew on,
And the sun began to recede down the horizon,
The displays of color would fill the greatest painters with envy.

Lavender, orange, yellow, and pink,
A show of divine proportion,
Perhaps a revelation,
For those who listen to the whispers of the wind,
And look for the shades of wisdom in the sky.

Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

What Must Birds Think of Us?

What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.

What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.

What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.

What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.

What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?